Timber's Fairy - Marissa Ann - E-Book

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Marissa Ann

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Mina: beautiful, smart, innocent and troubled.
Timber: tall, dark and dangerous.

A flame filled passion burns hot between them from their very first meeting. But Mina has a past. From creepy text messages and rose petals on the front porch, to exploding trucks. Someone is out to get her.

Timber, President of Wolfsbane MC, is a dangerous man. He will stop at nothing to protect his club and the woman he’s falling for. But will he be able to get to her in time? If not, she could suffer a fate worse than death.

She never wanted to fall for a biker.
He never wanted an Old Lady.
But now they need each other, more than they’ll ever know.

“Until you tell me that you are mine and that you are willing to give us a chance, I plan to keep you in a constant state of arousal so that you understand how you make me feel all the time. But the minute you say you are mine, Mina, I plan to bring you to this room and make you scream my name so many times you lose your voice.”

This can be read as a stand alone novel.

****This book is intended for those 18 years and older. If you are triggered by sexual content, foul language and violence, this book is not for you.****

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Timber’s Fairy

Wolfsbane MC Book 1

Marissa Ann

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright 2018 M. Sheffield

CHAPTER 1 | Mina


Chapter 2 | Mina




Chapter 3 | Mina




Chapter 4 | Mina



Chapter 5 | Timber


Chapter 6 | Timber



Chapter 7 | Mina



Chapter 8 | Timber



Chapter 9 | Mina






Chapter 10 | Timber



Chapter 11 | Mina




Chapter 12 | Mina



The end. | More from the Wolfsbane Ridge MC coming soon. | Continue for a sneak peek of Blade and Bella’s story.

Blade’s Pixie | Chapter 1 | Blade


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Copyright 2018 M. Sheffield

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Warning: This book is intended for readers 18 years or older due to bad language, violence and explicit sex scenes.


Cover Design by: Francessca’s PR & Designs

Editor: Rachel Goldman

Blurb Writer: Melissa Mitchell

Print ISBN-13: 978-0-692-15358-1

Author’s Note:

I’d like to dedicate this book to my sweet daughter, Adamina. I hope and pray that one day you will find your prince even if he shows up on a Harley Davidson. You are destined for great things in this life. Keep reaching for your dreams and continue to write. Your stories and books are amazing!

I’d like to send a special thank you to my mom who has always been there with a shoulder to cry on or a helping hand when I was down. You have always been the greatest supporter of my dreams and I love you even more for that.

I’d also like to send a very special thank you to my best friend and editor, Rachel Goldman. We have been friends for a long time now and share a huge passion for books. We also have OCD when it comes to errors and misspelled words. Hopefully we got all that covered in this book. Thank you for pushing me to see my dreams to reality.

To my new friend and colleague, Nikki Bloom, thank you so much for all of your help. You and Francessca were amazing in always being there to help answer all of my crazy questions. I appreciate you both so very much.



It was such a beautiful day today and I was glad I had decided to take a break from my computer to go have coffee with my best friend. Winter had been brutal this year with all the snow and ice. I didn’t really mind the weather too much. It was one of the things that drew me to this area a year ago. Seeing the snow covered mountains off in the distance no matter what time of year, took my breath away.

“Morning, Bella!” I called out as I walked into the local coffee shop.

“Hey, Mina, I’m glad you are finally here. I can use a break! Find a seat. I’ll get your usual and join you for a few minutes.” Bella was one of the first few people to welcome me into their little community. She owned and operated “Bella’s Brew”. Although we had only met 1 year ago, most people not from here mistook us for sisters. We were both slender, stood 5’4”, straight black onyx hair with blue eyes and 25 years old. Some of the local townsfolk called us the Pixie sisters.

“So what’s on your schedule today?” she said as she set our coffee down.

“I have a skype meeting with my editor later this afternoon but other than that there’s just a long boring day of retyping corrections. Why? Did you finally decide you are ready to go get drinks with me later?”

“Yeah, I have. My Mom is driving me insane since she moved in with me. I will be SO glad when she can finally find her own place.”

“So that’s what it takes to get my BFF to go out with me. Move her 3 times divorced mother in with her.”

“You are such a bitch some times.” She said as we both laughed.

“Bella, I know it’s hard but she’s your mother. Surely she’s not being that bad”

“Mina, I swear to God you have no idea! She did my laundry the other day although I have asked numerous times that she NOT go into my room. She did it anyway. Then when I got home she proceeded to inform me that it was really no wonder I was still a 25 year old single woman since I was still wearing what she referred to as granny panties!!”

“Bahahahaha! I am so sorry Bella but that shit is hilarious! Your mom is a total trip. I think she’s fun to be around.”

“Yeah, well, you are not the one that has to live with her. The breakfast crowd will be rolling in soon. You want to meet me here at around 7:00 and we’ll go have drinks?”

Bella had no idea how much I envied her having her mom around. My parents had passed away 10 years ago leaving my oldest brother to raise a teenage girl. I checked my watch as I gathered my things to walk towards the door. “Sure, I’ll see ya at 7. Hope the town is ready for the Pixie Sisters again!” Both of us were laughing as we remembered our last drunken night out.


I was late! Bella had already been texting my phone like crazy. I pulled up at Bella’s Brew at 7:40. Bella of course was waiting for me at the front entrance and tried to climb into the front seat before I even come to a complete stop. I couldn’t stop the giggle as I watched her struggle into my truck.

“I don’t understand why in the world you have to have such a tall ass truck. Is it a “Southern Thang” as you like to say all the time? Or are you compensating for something?” She said with a smirk on her face.

“Ha-ha. Just shut up and get your seatbelt on so we can get on the road.”

“Whatever! It’s not like we aren’t already late anyway. Bet you were so into your writing, you never looked at the clocked. They make alarm clocks for a reason ya know.” She made it sound like she was put out by my lateness but the smile on her face told a different story.

“I know they do and that is precisely why I refuse to have one. I don’t like distractions while I am working. And you know this already which is why I know you didn’t actually start getting ready until 7:00.”

“Yeah yeah, so where do we want to go tonight?”

“I thought maybe we would go over to Blackcat Bar & Grill. We can eat before we get good and started on those shots we love so much.”

“I heard that some of the MC may be there tonight. They all came roaring through town earlier today. Blade, the vice president of the club, came in to get coffees for some of the guys. He mentioned it to me.”

“Blade, huh? Anything you want to tell me about this guy?”

“No. Why would you ask that?” she asks with a hint of a blush to her cheeks and annoyance in her eyes.

“No reason. Forget I asked.” I reply and decide to change the subject. “Kind of surprised we never ran into them ourselves last year the few times we went out for drinks. Do they ever get rowdy?”

“They don’t usually hit up any of the local bars. They have their own private bar at their clubhouse. They only mix with the town on rare occasions. I only know of a few instances where the cops were called because of a bar fight. Those were probably over a woman. Who knows?” she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

We pulled up into the parking lot and noticed how filled up it was getting. There was a long row of bikes lined up outside. “Well let’s go find a table if we can. Looks really crowded already.”

We walked into the bar and spotted a table near the back wall. A look around the room showed that it really was crowded in here already. So I was surprised there was an open table. As soon as we sat down, a waitress I recognized started our way. Sara Blackcat was a sweet young girl. She was just barely old enough to serve the drinks in here. Her dad, Paul, had let her start working part time after she turned 21 last year.

“Hey, you two, been a few weeks since we’ve seen you in here. Do the two of you always synchronize with each other with what you are going to wear?”

Bella was wearing tight blue skinny jeans with a white halter top and black boots. I was wearing black skinny jeans with a red halter top and black boots.

“Yeah took a while to get Bella to go out again. Think our last night out scared her straight for bit. And the dressing alike is always unconsciously done.”

“If you could remember that night Mina, it would probably have scared you straight too! And yeah the dressing alike is what got us talking to each other the first time she ever came into the coffee shop.” Bella said while laughing.

“Hahaha. I remember it just fine and it really wasn’t that bad!”

“Sara please remind her that threatening bodily harm to a man twice as big as she is while swinging a wooden chair drunk off her ass, IS that bad.”

“Come on! He deserved it and you both know it. Besides, Paul got there before I managed to knock his head off anyway. Paul threw him out and told him to never come back. You can’t touch a female without permission and think you can get away with it.” I said trying to defend my actions.

“She has a point Bella. And we all know you didn’t actually want him touching you.”

“You tell her Sara! Now, how has school been going? Did you finally decide on a major?”

“Not exactly...” At the same time we all heard a loud whistle from across the room and turned in that direction. Apparently some of the motorcycle club needed drinks. “Tell me what you two will have. I need to go see what Timber and the club need.”

“Just bring us two beers and two shots of vodka to start. And bring us both a plate of the spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Thanks Hon’.” I watched her walk towards the men on the other side of the room. They were all wearing cuts that said Wolfsbane MC. As I watched Sara take drink orders I noticed one of the men staring straight at me. It was too far away and too dark in the bar to get a good idea of what he looked like but I could tell he was a really built man. Although I couldn’t see his eyes very well, I felt like a prey animal looking into the eyes of a predator.



The other guys in the club talked me into going to the local bar tonight. Everyone had been mostly cooped up inside for most of the snowy season. It was finally starting to warm up so that we could enjoy some much needed time on our bikes. Although we still rode in some snowy conditions, the snow around here was too much for anything other than a four wheel drive during winter.

We had been here for about an hour with me stuck in my head thinking over a new custom build we were working on. I didn’t really want to come out tonight but my club enforcer, Snake, reminded me that the President of the club needed to party with the guys on occasion and not make everything about business. Snake leaned over and said, “Come on Prez, at least pay attention and stop thinking about that fucking custom!”

“Ha-ha, you know me so well. You know I can’t help it. There’s only one week left until the deadline for it to be finished.”

“You know we will have it finished on time. We always do.” Bear said. Bear was the club accountant. Although we were a 1% club, most of our business dealings were totally legal. When I took over after my old man passed away seven years ago, I put together a plan to get us almost completely legal in all aspects of our businesses. We still sold grass and really didn’t plan on stopping from doing so. It was on its way to becoming legal anyway. Once it was legal in Montana we would get a license and continue on with business as usual.

“You all damn well know, Timber won’t stop thinking until we deliver it next week. By then there will be a new custom order taking up his mind.” My VP, Blade, said.

“Damn it, look what just walked in boys.” Snake said to everyone at the table. I looked up and felt like I was punched in the gut as all the air left my body. I was looking at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a red halter top. Even though her and the girl that walked in with her looked so much alike they could be sisters, the one in the red got my blood pumping. I kept my eyes on her the whole time they walked across the bar to a table and while they talked with Paul’s daughter Sara.

“That is two very fine ass women! Don’t think I have seen the one in red around before.” Bear said as he and everyone else at our table stared at the two women.

I looked to my VP with a raised brow. “Blade?”

“We all know the one in white, is Bella Winters. She owns “Bella’s Brew” in town. The one in red is her best friend, Mina Star. She moved here a year ago. There isn’t much information about her other than her being a writer and that she’s from a small town in Mississippi. Her record is squeaky clean.”

“How the hell do you always know all this shit Blade?” asked Bear.

“Because we have a damn good enforcer that finds out about anyone new in town and reports back his findings.” We all chuckled at that. Our enforcer, Snake was a wiz on a computer. He could find out just about anything he wanted to.

I continued to stare at Mina and decided I wanted to know more. We were low on beers so I whistled to get Sara’s attention. Soon as she walked up I gave our orders. She went to fill them taking Mina and Bella their drinks and food first. When she returned to our table I decided to ask a few questions of my own.

“Sara, the two ladies in the back, Do you know them very well?”

“I’ve known Bella since I was in grade school. I met Mina when she moved here a last year. Why do you ask?” Now she was smirking at me. She knew exactly why I was asking.

Ignoring her smirk I asked “Does Mina come in here often?”

“Timber, if you want to know if the girl has a man, just straight out ask.” She said while giggling at me. “The answer is no she doesn’t. Neither one of them do. They hit it off with each other within days of Mina arriving in town and been best friends ever since. I haven’t seen either one even go out on a date with a guy. If one of your boys asks Bella to dance though, tell them to behave themselves. Mina has a temper and will do whatever necessary to protect Bella and vice versa.”

“What makes you say that?” Blade asked Sara. But Snake answered before she could.

“Last year one of the tourists was here drinking when the girls were. He grabbed Bella by the ass and Mina went nuts on him. She snatched up a chair and was about to hit him over the head. Paul came out of the back room just in time to save the fool from getting his head knocked off. Ha-ha, was the funniest shit I ever watched.”

“You just watched that shit happen and didn’t do anything?” Blade asks with anger in his voice. I briefly wondered what that was about.

“I took care of it.” His smooth, calm answer told me all I needed to know.

“Good. Drink up boys. The night is still young.” I say to all my brothers.

A round of “Hell, Yeah!” could be heard from around our tables.